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Originally posted by: BlancoNino
I was visibly enjoying a wonderful session of self-gratification to my daily dose of evening Nickelodeon when I thought I could hear the soft creaking of footsteps. I quickly put it out of my mind, as I was eagerly nearing ejaculatory inevitability. The soft footsteps soon grew louder, and I knew precious time was running out. I desperately rolled off the side of my well-made bed and onto the floor, with my khaki shorts tight around my ankles. The door suddenly swung open and I could hear my dad call for me. I lied, of course, telling him I was changing. But he undoubtedly saw me. He left the room and I was curled up and left alone in a pool of misery and embarassment. I mustered what little courage I had left and made my way to the cold dining room and saddled my adolescent body up to the dinner table. Indeed, it was an eerily silent dinner...and my father never looked at me the same way again.
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that was so saaad, but at least it wasn't ur mother X_X
 
Originally posted by: BlancoNino
I was visibly enjoying a wonderful session of self-gratification to my daily dose of evening Nickelodeon when I thought I could hear the soft creaking of footsteps. I quickly put it out of my mind, as I was eagerly nearing ejaculatory inevitability. The soft footsteps soon grew louder, and I knew precious time was running out. I desperately rolled off the side of my well-made bed and onto the floor, with my khaki shorts tight around my ankles. The door suddenly swung open and I could hear my dad call for me. I lied, of course, telling him I was changing. But he undoubtedly saw me. He left the room and I was curled up and left alone in a pool of misery and embarassment. I mustered what little courage I had left and made my way to the cold dining room and saddled my adolescent body up to the dinner table. Indeed, it was an eerily silent dinner...and my father never looked at me the same way again.


that's the best thing i've read on here all night :laugh:
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Originally posted by: Akhen
ninjabation! :laugh:
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HAHAH,,, combine steath and agility for maximum pleasure without the hassle of a religious after-conversation.

Power to you indeed. Now,, i have to say this,, "NARUTO PR0n" hahahahahhahaha anyone seen it? LOL
 
My freshman year roommate used to whack it while I slept at night. He would then usually tell me how good it was the next morning. It was a good thing I was friends with that guy otherwise I probably would have kicked his ass.
 
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